Svag lowered his gun. The mudokons showed fear. Svag liked that; he would rather intimidate them than have to kill them. He reached back to his ammo belt. He was OK on grenades, he had plenty of M-gun bullets, his knife was still there. Good. He had everything. He flicked the safety back on and leaned over to Dementa. "What do you propose we do now?" he asked. He felt that she had a great deal of experiance, perhaps it was just the way she spoke. He turned his head to look at the cyborg, but what he saw made even him nervous...
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